Chapter 956

Xie Guangzhen has made the worst plan and wants to be a truck driver in the future, so he doesn't want to make plans for the strike and protest. Moreover, he usually drives honestly and doesn't have much contact with young people such as LV haorong, but Lao Li and Xiao Hou, who have the best relationship now, want to participate. It's difficult for him to stay out of human feelings.

After a moment of silence, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was as cold as the air of more than 30 degrees below zero.

"Since no one has any objection, we will gather at the gate of the county government at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, drive a car and bring our own food. If the county leaders don't give us an explanation, we will never finish it. Let's inform each other if we don't know the news." With a big hand, LV haorong left a sentence and left with his friends who had a good relationship with him.

LV haorong, who can make the most of things, left. Xie Guanglu, Lao Li and Xiao Hou also left. The rest hesitated for a moment. Finally, no one entered Jinhui company to pay a fine and drove away one after another.

After all, you have to work hard to get a thousand dollars. Who is willing to pay for the company whenever possible? The outcome of the strike and protest is unknown, but whether it succeeds or fails in the end, it can always give people some hope. Failure is not a terrible thing. If it succeeds, it will be equivalent to saving 1000 yuan?

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, at more than six o'clock in the morning, the sky gradually turned white.

Because it snowed heavily for several days and most of the sanitation workers were on holiday during the Chinese new year, the snow on other roads except the main streets was not cleaned up. The thick snow marked many ruts on the road. People often slip when walking on it, and bicycles and motorcycles are even more dangerous.

Shen Dapeng, who doesn't socialize and share wine, habitually gets up early and runs. The temperature is extremely low in the morning. Even if he wears a thick down jacket and stays outside for a few minutes, he will be cool by the cold wind. Fortunately, running is a good aerobic exercise for physical exercise. At the end of three kilometers, Shen Dapeng not only didn't freeze, but sweat on his forehead and back.

After the morning run, Shen Dapeng went to the breakfast stall in the morning market to buy pie, steamed stuffed bun and bean curd. He walked home slowly with a half rest. When he passed the alley, a motorcycle whistled and sped from a distance.

The motorcycle owner is wearing a helmet and a thick green military coat. The helmet covers his cheeks and can't see his expression. However, it can be seen from the shaking handlebar that the owner is about to lose control of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was about to close in. Shen Dapeng and several people next to Zhou dodged one after another. The motorcycle passed by without hurting anyone. However, Shen Dapeng stepped on the slippery ruts, slipped under his feet and staggered to sit on a fart pier.

"Hey, how did you ride your bike? You almost hit someone."

"The road is slippery in winter. Won't you drive slowly?"

People who had just dodged nearby pointed to the back of the motorcycle owner and accused him. There were good people who helped Shen Dapeng up, "young man, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Shen Dapeng cleaned the snow stains on his body, but found that his hands were stained with a lot of grease. When he picked up the breakfast packed in his hand, the plastic bag containing tofu brain had been broken, and the viscous liquid was flowing out along the hole the size of his fingernail.

"Is this man drinking? I can drive so fast on a snowy road. "

"Bang!!"

Shen Dapeng thought about it all. Suddenly he heard a dull collision sound. He followed the sound to find the direction in which the motorcycle left. He looked up at the street auxiliary road about 200 meters away, and gradually someone stopped to watch.

Shen Dapeng looked at it carefully. It seemed that the motorcycle had just collided with a human tricycle. "The motorcycle drove so fast. There was a real accident..."

"My God, it seems that the collision is very serious. Is the red one blood? It's scary, it's scary... "

In the snow and ice, the bright red blood was very dazzling. A woman suddenly covered her mouth and shouted in panic. She was scared to retreat. She didn't even have the courage to watch the excitement. She staggered around and left with a bag of breakfast she had just bought.

"Not really?"

Shen Dapeng had no choice but to shake the bean curd that was about to be spilled. He laughed and saw the women running away in panic. He thought it was a motorcycle hitting a tricycle. What could it be like if it was more powerful? But when he saw a small pool of blood stains in the snow, he suddenly realized that the situation was bad. He threw away his breakfast and strode to the place where the collision occurred.

He is not a nosy person. Old women get together to talk about gossip. He doesn't dare to be interested at all; Unfamiliar people encounter difficulties, he will not take the initiative to intervene without asking him; But now there is a car accident. If the traffic accident is serious, it will even threaten life. In a critical moment, he will never stand idly by.

Shen Dapeng quickly ran to the scene of the accident. The motorcycle was thrown seven or eight meters away on the slippery road. The tricycle was overturned to the ground. A little boy on the car was carrying a schoolbag, like a primary school student, so scared that he curled up and dared not move.

People stood five or six meters away to watch. Only Shen Dapeng approached and saw it at a close distance. Tricycle owners and motorcycle owners just lay on the ground crying in pain. The dazzling blood in the snow was not from them, but from a plastic bag, which looked like pig blood.

"Hoo! It's too scary. "

Shen Dapeng wiped the sweat on his forehead and first helped the closer motorcycle owner up. The motorcycle owner was in good condition, but he covered his waist in pain and limped. It is estimated that he was twisted.

He took the little boy out of the tricycle again. When Shen Dapeng helped to straighten the tricycle, he suddenly saw the tricycle owner who wanted to get up hard with both hands, "Uncle Su?"

"Dapeng? Shen... Dapeng! "

The owner of the tricycle is Su Su's father, Su Huaren.

"Uncle Su, are you okay?" Shen Dapeng quickly helped Su Huaren up.

"I'm fine. Let's see if I hurt the child." Su Huaren didn't think of himself for the first time, but the little boy in his tricycle. He wanted to look after him anxiously, but his left leg couldn't make him strong. He had to lean on the seat with the help of Shen Dapeng.

"Uncle Su, did you hurt your leg? Don't move. I'll have a look. "

Shen Dapeng checked the situation of the little boy. Fortunately, the tricycle was protected by a plastic shed. The little boy was simply frightened and did not suffer any harm. The situation was better than that of the motorcycle owner.

"If the child is okay, if the child is okay."

Su Huaren kept nagging. The child was a student of the second experimental primary school in the county. His parents asked Su Huaren to pick up the child every morning and give him 100 yuan a month. The requirement was that the child should arrive at school safely and on time, and send him home safely after school. If something happened to the child, he really couldn't explain to his parents.